Foreskin Fun

Sooo, this one was a little weird, but it was inspired by a chat with a friend and I just went with it. Not sure if I'll continue this one or not, so lemme know if you dig it. Enjoy!

Another day, another trip to the gym, and another day staring at the mirror trying to see if I’ve made any real progress. I knew I shouldn’t, since there was absolutely no way I could perceive the incremental changes that my New Year’s resolution was compelling me to accomplish, but I still did it anyway.

Staring back in the mirror was the same face I remembered. Maybe covered in sweat and looking a little haggard, but still the same wide nose, brown eyes, and slight double chin. Below that, a sweat-damped t-shirt pulled tight against a torso that was shapely, if a little thick. I’d been accused of being fat more than a few times in my life, and even though it was probably more my build than anything else, the word sort of… stuck.

Didn’t help that I had a fairly significant gut that just rolled over onto my lap whenever I sat down. That was part of the reason I was here--trying to eliminate that flab was the goal, and this time I was going to stick with it. Even if it was really, really tough.

I sighed, letting my stomach relax out to its true size. Maybe impossible, if I was honest. But gotta have something to strive for. Or something.

The gym was mostly deserted this early in the morning. I liked it that way--great to get a head start and not have to deal with crowds waiting on the machines. Today it was just me and this one guy I’d seen around a few times. Didn’t know his name, but we’d shared a few words here and there. Enough to recognize his face and share a nod of “hello” every morning.

But if I’m honest, it wasn’t his face that I recognized. I tended to shower at home before work, but this guy showered at the gym, and every time he stripped down I couldn’t help but glance at what was an enormous hog of a cock. We’re talkin’ a big salami hanging halfway to his knees with a foreskin that looked like a sock that was half falling off somebody’s foot. The thing was a beast. The rest of him was almost totally unremarkable (or maybe I just didn’t notice over thing between his legs) but that dick could sink the Titanic while the skin acted as a floatation device.

As I made my way back to my locker, I performed that other morning ritual I so looked forward to. I caught the guy’s eye, smiled, nodded, and then briefly looked down--like I was being deferential, but really, I was just sneaking a glance. Today he was sitting on the bench and that dick was just draped over it so the foreskin dangled over the side like a flag on a windless day. Fuck it looked tasty.

Normally, that’s where our interaction would conclude. But today, something different happened. As I reached to enter the combination to my locker, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and he was standing there, smiling back. Oh fuck, he caught me looking, he must have.

“Hey,” he said, “you want a closer look?”

Oh fuck oh shit--My mind was reeling. This shit only happens in porn! I had to say something cool.

“I--uh, maybe, um.” Smooth, genius.

“It’s okay,” he replied to my stuttering. “I get it. Chunky guy coming to the gym for a confidence boost. Believe me, I was the same way for years. But then I met someone, and, well, things turned around.”

Wait, what? This isn’t how porn usually goes. “Um, yeah?”

“Yeah. And I know this is going to sound weird, but he gave me this cock you’ve been staring at for a few weeks, and I could give it to you too. Along with some other helpful… perks.”

Oh fuck, he’s known I’ve been staring for a while. But wait--what’s this about a huge cock? Can’t say that wasn’t interesting. I’m nothing more than average down there, but who hasn’t wished they could have a dick that would make a bottom weak at the knees?

‘Sure man, whatever you say,” I chuckled, nervous. I didn’t know where he was going with this, but it didn’t sound like he was offering me a chance at a blowjob. “Look man, I gotta get to work, so--”

“It’ll be quick,” he said, all geniality gone from his tone. “All you gotta do is touch it.”

Oh. Now we’re getting back on track. I reached out a hand, but he stopped me by stepping forward. “Not like that. We gotta touch dicks.”

Alright, a frotting fetish is something I can get behind. I pulled down my sweaty gym trunks and grabbed my cock, a mere minnow next to his whale. I was half hard, but it was difficult to tell if he was aroused since he was already so gigantic. I stepped closer and he grabbed his dick and stuck it straight out, easily bridging the distance between us. I’m ashamed to admit my gut stuck out more than my half-chub did, but he was fine with ensuring our cocks met in the middle.

Oh man, this was really happening. As soon as I felt my dick brush against his, it was like an electric shock between us. I was instantly hard.

“God you’re huge,” I whispered.

“Yeah, and soon you will be too.”

I felt him adjust the angle and my much smaller cock head somehow slipped inside his foreskin. God it was so huge. I thrust my hips and discovered it was big enough for me to fuck. I moaned and bucked into his docked cock, feeling his skin move up and down my shaft almost as though it had a mind of its own.

Then I felt something strange--that same soft warm feeling suddenly reached as far as my balls. Then it started crawling up my pelvis. I looked down and saw that his foreskin had stretched to truly monstrous proportions. Having engulfed my entire groin, it was slowly expanding further, reaching up to my belly and down my thighs.

“Oh fuck!”

“Don’t fight it,” he said as the skin slowly crawled up my stomach. “You’ll love it soon--I promise.”

I tried to push him away, but it was like his skin was stuck to me. I hit him in the shoulder but all it seemed to do was make his foreskin expand even faster. Soon it was up to my chest, then over my shoulders where it trapped my arms inside. I tried to pull the skin off me, but it was like struggling against a living canvas that was rapidly trying to smother me. I felt it at my neck, then my face, and suddenly my entire world was soft and yielding flesh.

I tried to struggle, but there was nothing to punch, nothing to kick, nothing for my fingers to even find purchase on. And as the moments wore on, I wondered why I was even fighting. It was safe here, warm, secure. Nothing could hurt me, and I couldn’t hurt anything. I was weak, but here that didn’t matter. Here I could just be.

For some reason, I didn’t need to breathe. A distant part of me knew that this was wrong, somehow, but it was growing more and more distant by the second. That was part of the old me, the part that came before this world of flesh. Before safety and security. Before the master.

Master? Yes, that’s what he was. He owned me as much as he did this fleshy cocoon, and like all things here, I would be as most pleased him.

Without words, I knew that the master had liked the old me. He’d enjoyed my strong stature, my manly visage, and even my excess pudge he’d found endearing. I couldn’t respond, but I could feel the master sifting through my mind, learning about me, how I’d never liked being overweight, how I’d started going to the gym to try and change myself to be more like everyone else.

I felt pity from the master, and my world became only sorrow. But then I felt something within me change. The cocoon of flesh around me began to shift and I knew that it was the master’s doing. He took away my sorrow and my shame, and he replaced it with a budding power. The power of size, the power of mass, the power of volume. I felt the cocoon stretch as I grew, the warmth and safety of this space allowing me to become something new. Something better. Something much, much larger.

Suddenly there was a bright light. I found myself on the floor, covered in a sticky white fluid that clung to me much like the master’s foreskin had. I wiped the semen from my eyes--for that was what it was--and stood before my master. I towered over him now, easily two feet taller than I’d been, and wide enough that I was brushing both sides of the locker aisle with my shoulders.

The master’s foreskin had retracted to where it wasn’t sitting wetly in a puddle of semen on the floor. Again without a word, he reached out to me and guided me to the bathroom where I finally saw myself for the first time. I was immense. Massive boulders of muscle and fat lumped upon shoulders nearly twice as wide as the old me. A forest of hair covered a barrel torso that led to thunderous thighs, and between them, a cock that almost put even the master’s to shame. And beyond that, a foreskin that draped long, low, and loose.

The old me had been circumcised at birth. I’d never known the feeling of something so… sensual. I tugged at it, stretching my arms over a bodily landscape that was so much bigger than it was almost hard to reach. And when I did, the shock of pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Despite being larger than most men’s legs, my cock rose to full tumescence in moments. It was enormous, brutal, and even fully engorged, the foreskin hung almost an inch over the head.

“You will be the first,” my master intoned, his cock rising to become as erect as mine. “And with our coupling, you will be mine forever.”

I leaned over the counter and spread my legs, lowering myself to where the master could easily enter me. And he did so, his mighty spear already lubricated from the fluids of my rebirth. The same sense of warmth and safety I’d felt within the cocoon of his foreskin I felt again as the master thrust himself into me. As the wet sound of slapping meat filled the locker room, I felt a new pleasure build within me. And as the master came, it was that fulfillment that triggered my own orgasm, and I sprayed the mirror with more jizz than I’d ever cum in my life.

“Your old life is over. Your new life befits a new name,” the master said. “I will call you Beast. Now, go forth--bestow my gifts upon others whom you think will benefit.”

He extracted himself and then I turned to embrace my master. My arms completely engulfed him even with our erections mashed between us. “When I will see you again?”

“Soon, my child,” he replied. “Tomorrow is legs day, after all.”